A Day in the Life of Forrester - Pt. 4
Up, up, and away!
By: Karen Walker (Serris)
Co-Author: Stephanie Watson (SLWatson)



Disclaimer: Dr. Forrester, Larry Erhardt, and Joel Robinson belong to BBI. I wish I owned 'em... but I don't.

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The plans were going so well for Dr. Clayton Forrester and his evil, yet plump and hairy sidekick, Dr. Laurence Erhardt. As far as they could tell, hours of research had led them to the exact thing that could bring every person on earth sniveling to their knees: horrible, disgusting, plotless movies.

As Larry bumbled around the lab, looking for some movies, Clay snickered to himself, working on the doors of the satellite. It was nearly noon but it made no difference due to that fact that Joel wouldn't be in until at least 4.00 PM, maybe later, depending on when he got through the traffic outside of the building and in.

Time flew in the small lab and when Larry finally found the tape he wanted, Dr. F had finished the doors and messing up the inside. "I've got it!" Erhardt exclaimed, running over to his boss and putting it on the table, "The Crawling Eye! It's horrible, but I found it in some guy's 'favorite movies' collection. Should have them bowing to us in no time!"

"Excellent, Lar," Clay replied, looking at the movie. Yes, he would soon be the undisputed ruler of the world due to such a treasure of a movie. Of course, he was glad that he didn't have to watch such scum, but it was a joy to have to make Joel watch it by himself. Snickering to himself, he sat back in his chair and soon broke into insane laughter.

Not a moment later, the familiar Joel Robinson pushed his janitorial cart into the room, smiling and whistling a little tune. Moving over to Clay, he sat down in Larry's chair, "Hey, Dr. F! Got anything interesting for me today?"

"Ooh, I'm sure I've found you something to do that'll have you flying high, Joelykins!" Forrester crossed his arms and looked at the young boy.

"Really? Like what?" Sitting forward in his seat, he grinned like a fool. Maybe this was his break at something new and special.

"How would you like clean the satellite? It's pretty dirty... got trashed last night when Larry went into one of his fits," the scientist smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Clean? As in go inside and look at all that high tech stuff that no one's allowed to look at? Is that allowed?"

"Sure," he exclaimed, "as long as you don't tell anyone that you were looking, we won't tell anyone you were cleaning. Got it?"

"Yep! Sounds great," Robinson replied, standing. Taking some things off of his cart, he moved into the satellite, looking at the mess. "Wow, you guys really did this in didn't you? Oh well, it's cleanable."

Standing, Clay looked to Larry, then moved to the door, "Yes, we have faith that you'll be perfect for the job, dear, dear friend."

"Thanks!" Joel threw an appreciative glance towards the doctor, then looked around, "Wow! Look at all of this great stuff! It must have cost a fortune..."

"Yes, I'm sure it did. Enjoy the ride, my little guinea pig, and call when you get there!" Clayton let out one large, evil laugh, seeing the look on Joel's face as he closed the door. Then, turning, he and Erhardt ran out the of the room as the satellite began to take off.